Mr. Fornnarino's English 2 Semester 1 Practice Final for ELL Students

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Read the following excerpt from Chapter 94 of Life of Pi and then answer Questions 13, 14, & 15.

Refer back to the passage if you need to do so.


I let myself down the side. I was afraid to let go, afraid that so close to deliverance, in two feet of water, I would drown. I looked ahead to see how far I had to go. The glance gave me one of my last images of Richard Parker, for at that precise moment he jumped over me. I saw his body, so immeasurably vital, stretched in the air above me, a fleeting, furred rainbow. He landed in the water, his back legs splayed, his tail high, and from there, in a few hops, he reached the beach. He went to the left, his paws gouging the wet sand, but changed his mind and spun around. He passed directly in front of me on his way to the right. He didn't look at me. He ran a hundred yards or so along the shore before turning in. His gait was clumsy and uncoordinated. He fell several times. At the edge of the jungle, he stopped. I was certain he would turn my way. He would look at me. He would flatten his ears. He would growl. In some such way, he would conclude our relationship. He did nothing of the sort. He only looked fixedly into the jungle. Then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.


I struggled to shore and fell upon the sand. I looked about. I was truly alone, orphaned not only of my family, but now of Richard Parker, and nearly, I thought, of God. Of course, I wasn't. This beach, so soft, firm and vast, was like the cheek of God, and somewhere two eyes were glittering with pleasure and a mouth was smiling at having me there.


























































Read the following passage from Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Macbeth.  Choose the best responses to the prompts (Questions 19-22) next to the passage.  There is one and only one correct answer to each prompt.


Act I Scene v Lines 35-67


35  The raven himself is hoarse

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

40  Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.

Stop up the access and passage to remorse,

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between

The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,

45  And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,

Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

50  Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark

To cry 'Hold, hold!'


                               Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter!

Thy letters have transported me beyond

This ignorant present, and I feel now

55   The future in the instant.

MACBETH                       My dearest love,

Duncan comes here tonight.

LADY MACBETH           And when goes hence?

MACBETH   Tomorrow, as he purposes.

LADY MACBETH                                   O, never

Shall sun that morrow see!

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

60   May read strange matters. To beguile the time,

Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

Must be provided for: and you shall put

65   This night's great business into my dispatch;

Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.





Read the following passage from Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Macbeth.  Choose the best responses to the prompts (Questions 23-26) next to the passage.  There is one and only one correct answer to each prompt.


Act II Scene iii Lines 89-133


What is amiss?


                               You are, and do not know't.

90 The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood

Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.


Your royal father's murdered.


                                           O, by whom?


Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done 't.

Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.

95  So were their daggers, which unwiped we found

Upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted. No man's life was to be trusted with them.


O, yet I do repent me of my fury.

That I did kill them.


                                           Wherefore did you so?


100 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,

Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

The expedition my violent love

Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,

His silver skin laced with his golden blood,

105 And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature

For ruin's wasteful entrance; there the murderers,

Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers

Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain

That had a heart to love, and in that heart

110 Courage to make 's love known?


                                                  Help me hence, ho!


Look to the lady.


                             Why do we hold our tongues,

That most may claim this argument for ours?


What should be spoken here, where our fate,

Hid in an auger-hole, may rush and seize us?

115 Let's away. Our tears are not yet brewed.


Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion.


Look to the lady.

LADY MACBETH is carried out

And when we have our naked frailties hid,

That suffer in exposure, let us meet

120 And question this most bloody piece of work,

To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.

In the great hand of God I stand, and thence

Against the undivulged pretence I fight

Of treasonous malice.


                                           And so do I.


                                                                So all.


125 Let's briefly put on manly readiness,

And meet i' the hall together.


                                           Well contented.

Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.


What will you do? Let's not consort with them.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office

Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.


130 To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune

Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,

There's daggers in men's smiles. The near in blood,

The nearer bloody.


Read the following passage from Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Macbeth.  Choose the best responses to the prompts (Questions 27-30) next to the passage.  There is one and only one correct answer to each prompt.


Act IV Scene iii Lines 200-243



200  If it be mine,

Keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.


Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,

Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound

That ever yet they heard.


                                           Hum! I guess at it.


205 Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes

Savagely slaughtered, To relate the manner

Were on the quarry of these murder'd deer

To add the death of you.


                                           Merciful heaven!

What, man, ne'er pull your hat upon your brows.

210 Give sorrow words.  The grief that does not speak

Whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.


My children too?


Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.


And I must be from thence? My wife killed too?


215 I have said.


Be comforted.

Let's make us medicines of our great revenge

To cure this deadly grief.


He has no children. All my pretty ones?

220 Did you say “all”? O hell-kite! All?

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam

At one fell swoop?


Dispute it like a man.


                               I shall do so,

But I must also feel it as a man.

225 I cannot but remember such things were

That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on

And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,

They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am,

Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

230 Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!


Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief

Convert to anger.  Blunt not the heart, enrage it.


O, I could play the woman with mine eyes

And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,

235 Cut short all intermission!  Front to front

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.

Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,

Heaven forgive him too!


                                           This tune goes manly.

Come, go we to the King.  Our power is ready;

240 Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth

Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.

The night is long that never finds the day.



Read the following passage from Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Macbeth.  Choose the best response to the prompt (Question 31) next to the passage.  There is one and only one correct answer.


Act V Scene viii Lines 52-end


He's worth no more.

They say he parted well, and paid his score,

And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

[Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head]


55 Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,

That speak my salutation in their minds;

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,

60 Hail, King of Scotland!


                                           Hail, King of Scotland!



We shall not spend a large expense of time

Before we reckon with your several loves,

And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland

65 In such an honor named. What's more to do,

Which would be planted newly with the time,

As calling home our exiled friends abroad

That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;

Producing forth the cruel ministers

70 Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands

Took off her life; this, and what needful else

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,

We will perform in measure, time and place.

75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one,

Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

Flourish. Exeunt.











For Questions 1-12, please mark the letter of the correct definition of the given vocabulary word.